An ailment.

Don't you hate when you can really use something, but all you get is the exact opposite. That's my sleep schedual in a nut shell. It sucks. And like Jesse's mom, it sucks badly. With teeth. And no saliva. I'm talking really sucks. By the way. I have nothing against Jesse's mom. She's actually a very nice lady, and a good mom for Jesse. I just wanted to in on record saying that before the nasty letters come in. May her enemies fall quickly at her hands.